Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.
(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)
Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.
In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.
Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.
I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.
On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off.
TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.
Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy, practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.
Pairing: Jungkook X Reader
A/N: I’m starting this fanfic again, I promise you that it is not like the last one it just has a the same concept (hopefully it will do as well) This is the first part but since i have exams this week i won’t be posting this week. But please tell me what you think :)
Standing next to your Mother and Father, you waited for the boy with a smiling face.
“I really hope he doesn’t hate us” your Mother stressed, her husbands hand tight around her shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure he’ll have a great time” he reassured her.
“Mum, I’m sure everything will be okay. What could go wrong?” you smiled, staring at the crowd of people emerging from the flight.
“I think that’s him” your mother exclaimed, holding up the sign which had his name on it. The tall boy smiled, dressed in jeans and a white sweater with glasses shaping his face.
He was cute. Perfect even.
You squirmed with excitement as the boy strutted towards your small family, you pulled down your skirt making sure to present yourself nicely and make a good impression.
“Nice to meet all of you” the boy smiled and shook your Dad’s and Mum’s hand and smiled at you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, but please call me Jungkook” he smiled even wider this time, making your heart swell.
“Nice to meet you too!” your mum said clutching her bag to her side grabbing your shoulders and pulling yourself next to her.
“This is my daughter Y/n”
You put your hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepted.
“Right, It’s time to get going, to beat the traffic” your dad smiled patting Jungkook on the back as the four of you walked out of the building.
Pulling into the gas station on your drive home your dad offered you and Jungkook to get something from the there.
Heading straight towards the packets of chips you notice Jungkook looking around suspiciously on the other side of you. Walking around to the other isle you see him shove a packet of red vines into his jacket pocket he had put on earlier.
Your eyes went wide in fear of getting caught.
“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper trying to get to the packet of liquorice out of his pocket. Pushing your hand away and shoving the packet even deeper, he laughed.
“You’ve really never done this? Gees, I knew you were a good girl the minute I laid my eyes on you” he rolled his eyes and continued on to the counter.
“And a packet of those” he pointed to the cigarettes on the top shelf, your jaw dropped and your eyes became wider.
“Sixteen dollars” the old mans voice rang through the station, not giving two shits about how young the boy in front of him looked.
Shoving the packet of cigarettes into his jean pocket you still couldn’t believe your eyes. The boy that you thought was perfect is the complete opposite.
“Have fun getting cancer” you snickered to him as you walked to the other side of the car.
“I’ll be the first to tell you Miss Goody Two-Shoes” he smiled and opened the door.
“Welcome to the Y/L/N residence” your dad brought Jungkooks bags in to your house.
“So basically Y/n’s Father and I run a popular clothing business, meaning we won’t be here that often. My Husband is going on a business trip to Morocco tomorrow morning and I’m going to Milan this evening”
Your mother explained the situation of your father and her about their busy work schedule whilst you were half way up the stairs to your safe haven.
“Y/n, show Jungkook to his room. Your Father and I are going to go pack” Your Mother told you as her and her husband walked to their room on the ground floor.
“C’mon” you mumbled.
Walking down the hall way and into the common room that was also yours you turned to him and pointed to the door that was opposite yours on the other side of the room.
“That one is yours, this one is mine” You whispered. You don’t know where this sudden fear came from but you didn’t like it. Walking to your room you hurried making sure he couldn’t say something but before you could go in, he asked you something.
“Why are you acting so shy?” he asked.
You froze in your steps and slowly turned to him, he walked to wards you standing two metres in front of you.
“I dunno” you whispered still looking at your feet.
You knew exactly why you were shy. He was cute you won’t deny it, but you always avoided these types of guys but now having one in your house for a year was insanity.
“Perhaps you’re afraid I’ll try and make a move on you?” he smirked
You nodded your head quickly still looking down.
You felt his hand grab your chin and lift your face up so you were staring at him. The sudden action made your heart beat faster, while all you could do was stare at his facial features.
“Don’t worry kitten, I have no interest in you whatsoever” he laughed and let go. Walking back to his room you laughed to yourself as well.
“Well I have no interest in you either!!!” you shouted at the closed door.
“No good, idiotic, hateful, heinous jerk” you mumbled to yourself as you entered your room.
Collapsing on your bed, you let out a frustrated sigh thinking how in the hell are you going to put up with him for a whole freaking year.
7:00pm and your stomach was growling for food.
You had eaten the last piece of chocolate in your room and you wanted dinner but you were to afraid that you would bump into him.
“Whyyy” you whined, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Opening the door a creak you looked out to see Jungkook’s door open and him laying on his bed a phone in his hand.
“Alright I can do this” you gave yourself a mini pep talk and tip toed out of your room.
It was going great until you tripped over your cat. Yelping the cat scattered down the stairs causing you to hear foot steps emerge from the boys room,
“Are you going to get food?” you turned around and got struck by how good he looked in just jeans and a simple white shirt, the shirt clung to his muscles making him look ten times hotter.
“Yeah” you choked out of your mouth.
“Good I’m starving” he uttered walking your way. The two of you headed down the stairs to see two suitcases at the door, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.
“Looks like you two are getting along” your dad said holding his passport in one hand looking like he was waiting for your mum.
“Oh yeah! We’ve been talking for hours, pretty much like siblings” Jungkook laughed causing your dad to cackle.
“Dad I thought you were leaving tomorrow” you questioned your dad as your mum emerged from the dimly lit hallway.
“Something came up so your Dad and I thought it was best to go together to Morocco then Milan”
Your mouth went into an O shape as the two of them got ready leave. Your mum came over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead whilst your dad hugged you, “We’ll be home in a couple of weeks” you nodded your head.
“Be good you two” your mum laughed as they left the house.
“Isn’t the whole point of exchange for me to improve my english by you know speaking to people?” Jungkook snickered and grabbed two packets of ramen.
“Am I a horse? I speak fluent english” you question him and poured the hot water into a pot.
“Like we’re going to talk” he rolled his eyes and took a seat at the island table.
“If you make an effort I’ll make and effort” you smiled at him, he nodded his head and fiddled with the fork in his hand.
A couple minutes later you put the pot on the table as the two of you ate from the pot.
“This is nothing like home” he mumbled still shoving the noodles into his mouth. “Well I’m sorry, I’m not exactly Korean so I can’t cook you whatever you eat” you snickered, “this is my brothers, I ate it once and i liked it so I thought i might as well eat tonight.”
“Speaking of your brother, why did he want to learn Korean?” he asked shoving more of the noodles into his mouth.
“He likes Kpop and drama’s, especially that one group what were they called again?” you racked your brain for the answer until Jungkook gave you it.
“STB?” he asked putting the fork down.
“Yeah those guys! He plays the song ‘Tears, Sweat and Blood’ again and again” you laughed.
“Yeah they’re quite popular, what about you, do you like Kpop?” he asked and picked up his fork again to eat more.
“Yeah I don’t mind it. I mean I’m not in love with it but if my brother puts it on then I’ll sing broken Korean with him” the last statement made him laugh.
Your heart fluttered looking at him, you felt warm inside…’No Y/n this is not how you’re supposed to feel, he’s vulgar…look at him scoff down the ramen’
“Can you slow down your eating, you’re going to choke” after your statement he grabbed the pot and chugged the noodle soup.
Your face turned into disgust as you stood up.
“That’s so gross” you whined and started to walk away.
“That’s so gross” he mimicked in a higher voice. “I do not sound like that” he mimicked you again laughing to himself. “You’re such a dick” you exclaimed as you walked into your room.
It was late and you wanted to get some fresh air.
You walked on onto the balcony and hopped up on the railing tot he side and rested your back against the wall.
A couple moments later Jungkook came out lighting a cigarette in his mouth not aware that you two were there.
“Could you find somewhere else to poison your body?” you startled him as he quickly turned around looking at you with a shock expression on his face.
“Can you be a smart ass somewhere else?” he question.
You scoffed as silence filled the air.
You felt yourself cramping up and you stretched your legs, which was the biggest mistake of your life.
You were about to fall to your death but luckily Jungkook acted fast, he dropped the cigarette and clutched your arm dragging you onto him making you both fall to the ground.
You were positioned on top of him as if you were straddling him.
You looked intensely into his eyes as he did with you, you were mere inches from kissing him and that was all you wanted to do.
Your boyfriend sets down his lemonade glass and leans in, his face so close that you can smell his beverage’s sweetness linger on his lips. His eyes search your face in a hawkish manner as he says, “Meh, I don’t think so. Something is definitely bothering you. What’s going on?”
A shrug pulls your shoulders up and down. “Nothing. I’m peachy,” you fib.
“Right, and I’m the Queen of England. Come on, doll. This is me you’re talking to.”
You stare hard at the brunette sitting across from you, his cheeky smile practically challenging you to disagree with him. If dating Bucky has taught you anything, it’s that there’s no point in attempting to lie because he knows you way too well. You’re not the only one well-versed in someone’s tells, and Bucky likes to point that out every so often.
He knows he’s on the money with his observation. Cheekiness changing into gentle concern, Bucky takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” he repeats.